Lady Squee said
Thank you. I was wondering about that.
Richard_III said
Name: Osla (No second name)She has shoulder length, messy brown hair hidden mostly hidden beneath her fur helmet although a loose strand or two often escape the front part of her helmet. The lowest part of her hair can be seen resting just underneath the lowest point of her helmet at the back.[/centre]Age: 28Race: HumanGender: FemaleHeight and Weight: 5 foot 11, 83kgEye color: BrownScars: One over near the far right of the right eye that splits her eyebrow and travels down to the tip of her cheek. She also has a few decorating her back and arms from various fights.Personality: Osla acts just as you'd expect an orphan barbarian to act to be honest. She is brash, daring and hearty. There are three things she prioritizes in life, fighting and drinking, all of which she'd prefer to do with a few equally hearty chums. She becomes paranoid after long periods of no or a small amount of contact with other people. She is rather naive and will often trust in the good heart of just about anyone she meets, leading to her being scammed quite often and losing quite the amount of money to back alley charlatans. Fears:-Zombies(Never seen one, never heard one, just terrifies her.)-Becoming crippled-Burning to deathLikes:-Ale-Roast pig-The coldHistory:Osla was born in a trader's caravan on the road from the capital to a small village to buy low at said village and sell high at another city. Her father hunted various animals and sold their meat and skins to various other merchants within the cities and villages. Osla was rather unexpected, she was a small bit early and she was supposed to be born with the aid of the local village doctor. As a result of her early birth, she was rather weak and as a result they had to stop for a few days while both she and her mother got their strength back. The village doctor tended to both Osla and her mother when they arrived which resulted in another five day halt. Soon, they were on the road and cooking with gas again. The added morale boost from Osla's birth kept everyone in such good moods that they earned more than they ever did.Years later and her father was training her to take the reins from him and become as great a hunter as he was. But after a few months of her training, disaster struck. They were on the road after a successful hunt and were ambushed by bandits who had been stalking them for a few days. They slaughtered her parents in cold blood and hit her with an arrow to the shoulder of which the scar she still holds to this day. She managed to get away with what little money she had on her at the time and sought refuge at a local village. Soon enough her money ran out though and she had to either die on the streets or face the wilds and hope for a good hunt. She opted for the better option of a shot at survival. Fortune favoured her and she managed to survive out in the wilds long enough to buy herself a steady supply of supplements and arrows. Osla began to spend less and less time in villages and cities, and more in the wilds hunting. She began to lose all the politeness and social necessities once taught by her parents when she was young and gradually became more and more barbaric. Soon she only returned to civilization to sell her stock and buy more supplies that is until she ran into a hunting company passing through a wild she was hunting in. They gradually stole more and more kills from her and eventually she decided to confront them. The company was irregularly large for a hunting troupe, there were four hunters, even stranger was the fact that the majority of them were women with only one man being present. At first, Osla was rather hostile to the group and only one of the huntresses managed to negotiate with Osla enough for her to realize that she was being stupid and that the hunters had no idea of her presence. After a day or two of hunting with the group, they asked her to join them, she accepted gleefully and practically went through what little ale they had within a day or two.Over time, Osla began to bond with the huntress who had convinced her that they were friendly and after a few months in the group entered into a relationship together. They were together for a year before the second major disaster in Osla's life happened. They were hunting a pack of wolves when one got behind the group and managed to pounce on one of them before tearing the throat from Osla's girlfriend. In the confusion, another wolf killed the third member of the group before falling to a swift arrow from the male member of the group. After a small struggle the wolves were dead, and so were most of the group. Osla and the other last remaining member of the group decided to part ways, he went to the city to start a small trading business and Osla returned to the wilds where she would hunt and live in solitary for a few years before returning for one final hunt for treasure.Inventory: Canteen of water, tinderbox, rations of meat.Purse: 4 Copper, 1 silverWeapons:-Her shortsword-Her longbow and arrowsArmor: Olsa wears a mixture of armours with the main armour being leather. Her chest piece has small squares of iron attached to it for better protection and her the armour on the tops of her arms are topped with a line of iron holding the scale leather to the rest of the armour chest piece. She has iron gauntlets and a leather bottom that goes covers her back and parts of her front, with her legs being protected by light chain under cloth.Fighting style: Osla alternates between using her sword and her bow. When using her sword she largely bases her strategy on who her opponent is. If it is someone vastly stronger she will opt to dodge and wear her opponent down through speed advantage. If it is someone weaker than her she may opt to use her free hand to get a punch or two in while going on the offensive rather than the defensive. If it is someone equally matched then she will probably go for a mix of both. She only really uses her bow for hunting or for picking enemies off at long range.
c3p-0h said
: Katelia "Kat": 23: Female: 5'2", 105 lbs: Kat's always been someone with… flexible morals. She knows how to manipulate and work a situation to her advantage, but lately she's been favoring the straight-forward method of negotiations – that is, outright threats of violence. Though very clever and resourceful, she's never had an official education and tends to ignore other perspectives if they don't suit her interests. Kat is more solitary than social, and tends to keep to herself, finding entertainment in whatever's available to her. She's slow to trust, and even slower to confide, but when she does truly love something – or someone – she'll give her whole heart… unfortunately, this hasn't worked out too well for her in the past, leaving her guarded and distant. She'll snark and cajole and tease with the best of them, but when it comes to an actual personal connection she finds it safer to just shut down.: Short and lithe, Kat's not the most… intimidating figure. What she lacks in size though, she makes up in her striking appearance. With skin as dark as the night sky, silver eyes, and straight white hair cropped in a short, fluffy style, Kat attracts attention wherever she goes. Even more noteworthy than her coloring though, is the fact that she lacks a right arm. In its place is a scarred patch of flesh, cut right where the shoulder meets her torso. Kat has a tendency to simply chop the right sleeves off of her tops to get rid of the excess fabric, though she always wraps her torso in plain white bandages, so as not to let others see her scar. She wears soft leather boots, brown pants and a green tunic, and has various smaller scars littering her body. Kat also has a necklace with a thin silver chain, and an arrow charm on it, far more expensive than the rest of her outfit combined – it's the one thing she refuses to part with, even if it would get her hot meals and a roof over her head for three months.: Kat is from a small village, far from Toruka, in one of the coldest areas in the known world. Born to an unknown family, she grew up primarily living on the streets, stealing whatever she could. It worked out just fine – that is, until she was caught by the grouchiest old man in the village when she was twelve. After giving her a good beating for stealing, he took a good look at her and decided she could do more with her life. That was when Kat first touched a bow. The old man taught her archery, and over the years, she became known as the best sharp shooter for miles around, winning dozens of competitions and making her old man proud – not that he would ever say it. Eventually he died, as elderly do, and with nothing rooting her to the village anymore, Kat took to exploring, using her skill with a bow to get buy, whether that meant hunting for food or entering archery competitions in whatever town she happened to stop by. Of course it stands to reason that a young human woman can only travel by herself through the wilderness for so long before running into trouble. That trouble came in the form of a hungry jaguar, one particularly harsh winter. It attacked her as she was traveling through the forest on her way to her old village, deciding to pay the old man her yearly respects. By the time she was even aware of its presence, it was too close for her to draw her bow, and it pounced, aiming for her neck. She tried to dodge, but it still managed to latch on to her shoulder, tearing at her flesh with its wicked teeth. The last thing Kat registered before she blacked out was the sound of an angry hiss, and the jaguar's roar.When Kat woke up, she was one arm short and lying in a frozen pool of her own blood. More alarming than that, however, was the giant snow leopard curled almost protectively around her. The next few days (weeks? She couldn't be sure) were a blur to her, but through it all, the snow leopard never left her side, constantly bringing her whole bushes of fruits and berries, ripped from the ground. Kat has no idea how she survived – surely she should've died from blood loss or infection or exposure or… ! But somehow she's still living, with a new companion at her side. Nowadays, Kat tends to stay away from most towns, as people usually freak out at the sight of Hel, and he typically refuses to leave her side. They make do well enough, hunting in the woods or laying traps for prey. If Kat needs to purchase something from a town, she'll either take up odd jobs or fall back on her childhood skills (stealing). When she heard about the mysterious dwarven city, she decided to go for it simply because it was something to do. While she does love her life with Hel, things can get a bit… monotonous. Besides, it's not like she's unaccustomed to danger.: Hel is, quite simply, a snow leopard big enough for Kat to ride around – which she does, often. After saving Kat from the jaguar, he seems to have grown tremendously attached to her. He was the one who nursed her back to health, though Kat barely remembers and still can't figure out how he managed to keep her from dying. He's a mystery to her in more ways than one, and it's not always clear if he answers to her, or the other way around. Nonetheless, he is unfailingly loyal to her, and quick to bear his fangs at anything he considers a threat. While Kat loves Hel, she's worried she's become too dependent on both his protection and emotional support. So far, life's done a fine job of teaching Kat that things she like tend to get taken away from her. She fears that when the day comes that Hel will no longer be at her side, she'll be both too weak and too broken to face whatever comes for her next.: Big cats (not including Hel), being weak, attachment: Hel, the night sky, archery, that one old man: Water flask, tinder box, rope, spare clothes, various bandages and herbs for healing purposes, an old warm jacket, extra little glass bottles for anything she finds that she might want to take with her, an ocarina the old man used to play (not that Kat can play it now with only one hand… oh well, she was always awful at it anyway): 6 coppers and 1 silver: Having long-since abandoned her bow and quiver, Kat now keeps an array of knives and daggers on her at all times, used for either throwing or slashing. Other than that, Hel's really the only form of defense she needs.: Kat's not really one for heavy armor, preferring speed over protection. She wears a leather arm guard on her left side, and some leather armor under her tunic, but that's about it.: Though in the past, Kat was much more of a ranged fighter with her bow, she did grow up learning how to work a knife… of course, she always used her hand for that. Regardless, even if Kat's not as much help in a fight now, she can still slash and stab her way through… well, enough to give Hel time to jump in and maul everyone. Hel fights pretty much how you'd expect a giant snow leopard to; lots of claws, fangs, terrified cries of men… y'know, the good stuff. The two have also gotten pretty good at using ambush tactics – typically with Kat as the bait.
DragonBeastMode said
: My character is going to be a Kunite (A winged race of wolves I've made up.) They have five main deities or they call them pack leaders, Alpha (Main god), creator of life, the protector, the wolf of justice and revenge, the controller of space and time, bringer of power and strength. Mother Wolf (Main goddess, Alpha's wife. Picture her like Hera to Zeus.), healer of the sick, giver of wealth and prosperity, protector of women and children, director of love and happiness, manipulator of gravity and balance, bringer of youth and health. Fanged Beast (Like god of Death), destroyer of life, creator of chaos and sickness, manipulator of sorrow and heartache, and bringer of death and destruction. Magicka (Hecate type goddess, magic hence the name.), teller of stories and spells, protector of animals and creatures, controller of oceans and seas, bringer of fun and mystery. Hero (More of a high level demi-god kind of wolf.), giver of energy and hope, protector of the poor and weak, savior of the lost and scared, creator of speed and shadows, bringer of trust and loyalty. If that's ok, Kunite magic is primal, they call on one of the gods to receive a "gift" of sorts and they basically transform or shape shift into one the wolf gods. So if you’re a healer you would call on Mother Wolf, if you’re a tank or heavy hitter class you would call on Alpha, if you’re a mage or good magic class you call on Magicka if you’re a necromancer or dark magic class of course you call on Fanged Beast or if you like to be a dark melee class same goes for that too, and if you’re an assassin or speed melee/ranged class like M.A. Blade dancer, archer ect... you call on Hero. If this gets the ok I'll be making a cs soon.
c3p-0h said
I have a character in mind, but she's a beastmaster… so she'd technically have one companion character, though they act as a unit. Would this be ok?
DragonBeastMode said
I definitely want to join haven't been in a fantasy rp in awhile been doing real life and teen rps.
